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White Cream Dream

I've been feeling blue since I broke it off with my girlfriend. I've been waking up every morning trying to convince myself that I made the right decision, but the thought of her carmel skin haunts me in the night and the thought of someone else....you get the idea, complete tourture of the mind, anyway I decided to get proactive and invite some new love my way. I got a rose scented candle and asked for some love and compassion while lighting it. I've put in my request for something good to happen out into the universe...what it gave me was this nasty dream last night.

I'm in a darkroom, in a soft bed all alone and I'm am thinking of a sexy someone who loves me. My hand travels down to the soft folds of my love, the wetness there is used as lube for this work out I desperatly need. As I begin the rythmic pattern on my now hard flesh I feel soft lips touching mine. The touch is so soft and her breath was so sweet that I almost devoured this mouth of a stranger. I didn't dare open my eyes, I figured this was a result of my talented imagination which would result in a wonderous coma induced orgasm. There was no way I was gonna fuck it up with trying to find out who this was so I let go and let goddess.  My hand caressed a soft firm body that was very slim yet very strong. I felt a nipple on my lips so I sucked. Her soft moans made me crave even more so I let my hands explore more of this strange creature. I felt her plump ass and squeezed. I reached down and fingered the opening of her love and I teased her hole until she started to push back on my hand. Her moans are soft and sweet at first, ummmm yeah..ohh thats goood, ahhh baby, oooh baby, then she got *gully ohhhh shit, fffuuuuck me,  harder, yes, harder ooooooooooohfuck meeeeee. After awhile of hand fucking she moved my hand away and positioned her self on top of me in a way that allowed our clits to touch. Her straddle allowed me to fondle her perfect breast, she wound her waist on top of me in a way that sent a jolt up my spine. It felt so good I could barley breath yet I managed to say in a soft sexy voice " thats it baby, right there baby oooooooooooohhh right there, that it ooooh thats it, ummm hummm that it , just like that ooooh shit" she was riding me into a heavenly bliss. Two mounds of soft flesh sliding against each other, slippery wet pulsating vibrations, I was gripping her as now and she was wiggly her pussy on mine in a that made me cry out then she slowed down to a slow grind that brought us both to a cataclismic orgasm. I open my eyes and see this *blonde-haired-blue-eyed white woman laying on top of me. She kisses me softly with pouty lips. I must have had a strange look on my face because she says "what wrong" I didn't know what to say, I was completely speechless and when I tried to speak I woke up out of the dream.

* gully is a New York slang term for ghetto

*people who know me well know I'm only attracted to black and latin women so this was a shock to me. I'll just take this as a great distraction to what I really got going on....that goddess for wet dreams

Spankin Hot Tea

My girlfriend invites me over for some tea. When I get there she is finishing up dinner with her friend and they want me to join them in some dessert. Her friend made some deliciouse white cake topped with whipped cream and fresh strawberries. As they carried on with their conversation I was washing away the worries of the day with some orange spiced tea and this yummy cake. I never said a word as my girlfriend ushered her friend lovingly out the door so we could be alone. I waved my complimentary good-bye and kept on sippin and eating. When I was done she removed the dishes and grabbed my hands. We looked into each others eyes and enjoyed a long embrace. Then I gave her the bad news that I couldn't stay long because I'm suppose to be at the grocery store getting snacks for my daughters sleepover that was currently in session. The sad look on her face quickly turned to a devilish grin. What does that look mean?  "what look", she said as she grabbed my face for one of those deep succulent kisses. I felt my toes curl and rise off the ground to get into it deeper. Hey thats the life of short people. To get better leverage I grab her hand and lead her to the empty couch in the next room. We sit down and go at it. Hand to tit, lips to nipple, hand sliding over juicy thigh. Her light breathy moans excite me and I want to give her as much pleasure as I can in the few minutes I got left. I slide my hand into her stretch pants, my fingers follow the heat that lands in a warm mound of supple flesh and wetness. My index finger finds her clit quickly, I play with it lightly to get her to moan a little louder. I sink my teeth into her pierced nipple and sink two finger deep inside. I feel her nails dig into my back. I'm fingering her hot hole with the two fingers and rubbing her clit with my thumb. My tounge is doing lashes over her other exposed nipple now and she is squealing and my favorite lines of the day. "Oh baby. yes baby, thats it baby baaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy oh yes, yes, oh god yes, fuck ooooooooooh fuck me baby, gottdamn FUUUUUUCCk" she shivers and comes all over my hand. He body weight sinks into me and I just hold her for a minute. I give her some sweet kisses on her dainty little lips. We laugh and I get up to go to the bathroom. I need to freshen up before I hit the supermarket. When I come out I walk back into the kitchen to grab my cell phone and my pocketbook.

She is blocking the door so I can't get out. I give her the baby I really gotta go look. She just turns and walks behind me. I start to walk away when she grabs me by the waist to draw me back into her. She starts to kiss me on the neck. Baby you know that my spot so why......I drop my phone. When I bend over to pick it up I get a wack on my ass. OOooh, then another and another......damn baby and another.....drop cellphone and pocketbook. Slap, Whack, whack. When she realizes that I'm in full compliance she pulls down my jeans and my pretty green panties. Slap, Slap WHACK, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Slap, rub, rub, pat, Whack, Whack Whack. UUUMMMMMMMMM, Slap, Slap pat, rub rub, kiss and smack. She pulls my panties back up then my jeans. I try to stand up and she helps me. Once fully erect I realize how wet I am. You are so mean I tell her. How am I gonna go out in public in this state? She laughs at me and ushers me to the door. I get a little kiss as I leave.   I walk to my car with a stinging hot ass and dripping underware. When I get to the store I take out my list to add orange spiced tea.

Pillow Note # 1

Dear Caramel Boi,

U sexy ass muthafu*ker, what the fu*k did you eat for breakfast this morning? Who knew you could do so many things to a person. I'm replaying each moment again as I write, regenerating the blood back to my clit as I think of how softly you sucked me there. Your nipples were so pretty against mine. Why wouldn't you let me suck them, why torcher me with the visuals? I can't get over how you made me cum, Who the fu*k are you? I mean I know who you are, your the teacher of some kids in the bay and you do seminars for people and you write poetry sometimes, a good sister and daughter and all that other mushy stuff but in bed....man you were somebody else.

Walking into the room slow like that, opening my shirt and sliding down to engulf my nipple in your mouth, you suckle...., you bite....., you make me whimper and beg, you kissed and bit me all over my body, you sucked my finger tips and my toes, you licked my inner thigh and traced your tongue around my lips and made me moan, low and deep. And then you stop...what were you thinking? My body was on fire and you leave? Who do you think you are?

You had the nerve to come back with treats, like that was gonna sooth me. I didn't want no fu*kin strawberries I wanted to fu*k. I'm through with this romance shit ( ok I really do like it but I need to get off 4 real). I'm so glad I had that harness and dildo in my closet.  I'm so glad you knew how to put it on. You knew how to warm me back up. Touching my clit slow and steady, quick fish like movements that made me wet and swollen. I was so ready for you when you slide inside me. You knew how to tease it,  then slowly increasing the pressure and movement. We were moving in sync by the time I got to the brink. Finishing me off with you mouth was a special touch. I'm still hot off that part. You have the most delicious tongue I've ever felt...can you come over after dinner too?

Love,

Peaches

Stud Muffin

I love this coffee shop, and people who know me know that I hate coffee . But I have to come here, I love to watch this woman work. Her fast hand pullin expresso levers and swinging cups of hot joe to customers in a flash. I like her scruffy style; uncombed hair, wifelover t-shirt and sports bra, slightly baggie dickies with the hint of boxers briefs showing. Her eyes are so intense...I wait around long after my tea has dried up in the hopes of seeing her smile. There has to be some joy in repitition cuz all I see is this serious sexy face and body zipping through this shop meeting all the needs of her customers. This is the fifth time I've been here and I'm gonna meet her today. I'm so ready to go back to my regular spot where the tea and pastries are 100% better but the wait staff is all weird, pierced and gothed to the max. Once we hook up all my tips will go back to Christie Love the green haired waitress with the double pieced tounge.

  I see my self running my fingers through that curly batch of hair. I want her cubano accent to be directed at me. I see us salsa dancing on a rooftop, sharing champange and sex adventures. I see myself holding her at the small of her back as she gives me the most tender kisses on my pouty lips. 
Did I say that I've been here 5 times already. She could care less if I'm interested in her, she probably has one of thoes video vixen girlfriends, you know the ones with a long black or gold sliky weave and a big bubble butt with long nails and high heals on a flip flop day.

I look down in front of me and realized that I've completed a masterpiece on my napkin and now my stud muffin was clearing off tables. What will she say when she comes to clean my table..oh shit its too late. "Wow is that yours....nice but I think I look cuter in person."  I don't know what the fu*k to say. I muster a thanx and I get my first treat for the day:acknowledgement and a smile.  She goes away and then comes back. She sits down this time (oh my god she wants to talk to me) "So are you a stalker or something?" No! "I know you only come on the days I'm here?" I didn't realize. Wait how would you know that?  "Well I asked them (pointing to the other staff members) if they see you when I'm not here and they said no." (I break down and spill all of my guts now) Well....I really hate this coffee shop, I came here a while back to use the ATM and I saw you that day looking so...anyway I just had to see you again. You're always so busy I've never got a chance to say something. "What did you wanna say?" Oh I don't know probably something really corny like hi, do you wanna go somewhere cool for coffee and tea. "Yeah." Huh? "I said yeah I wanna go with you." Really ? "Yep I can leave here in ten minutes." Ok! "Cool I'll be back, I got put some stuff up and clock out."

Fast Forward..... it's now three weeks later and I'm on my way to our 8thdate. I arrive at her house for the first time. I enter her place and she calls me from the kitchen to come on in.  I rest my bag and coat on the big plush chair and wander around the huge space looking for the kitchen. "In here," she says as she peaks out of a swinging door. When I go in I fall madly in love with the whole scene. She has a small table decked out for two . There are candles, place settings, pretty glasses and flowers. She has on white linen pants and that infamous wifelover t-shirt.

She wanted tonight to be special and I'm gonna make sure its everything she wants and more. We sit down to eat her mama version of Arroz Con Pollo with rice and salad. We drank the wine I was brought, then we ate some of the pie she bought. I helped her put dishes into the dishwasher and said...This has been great so far whats next. "Funny you should ask...go through this door remove all of your clothes." What? (slightly nervous, hella excited) "Just go on I wont hurt you." I follow my stud muffins orders. I enter this room which is actually a bathroom. This candle lit room shines a soft light on the sunken tub that is bubbling before me. Rose petals are dancing on the water, more wine sits on the back of the tub and a note that says open me on it. It reads: "You are such a wonderful addittion to my life, such a funny, lovely, happy addition. I wanted to show you just how much I appreciate you. Once you step inside the tub say papi and I'll join you.

I know you wanna know what happened next.  U readers aer getting spoiled with the blow by blow right away so this time I'm gonna make you wait. Look for the sexy nasty juicy details in the post called Stud Muffin II.

"Where are my panties?"

she said as she tiptoed out the room running to the bathroom. I searched for a light in an attemp to help her find them but I couldn't find one. I'm so usless after sex. Drowsy, can't see and my muscles are just to loose to do anything of value so I just lay my self back down. I'll wait until she gets back and then I'll try to look alive and help her. "Baby did you rip my panites off?" Damn did I? I can't think straight and then my body reacts to my previous activities. A large aftershock rushes through my body and I'm back to where we were 4 hours ago......

We meet up at Butta, we get drinks and make small talk. I roll a phat one and we share it. My song comes on and we start dancing. I'm so focused doin' me that I get in the zone and start going off. She stands back and lets me shine. The music slows down and she comes in close. My hands fall down to her perfect waist and african round ass. She turns around to show me more and I slap it. I pull her back so I can feel it on me. She turns around and we start grindin and twisting our bodies together. We go back and forth a few more songs before we take a much needed break. She asks me where am I going after the club. I jokingly say "with you", and she says "good" in her serious voice. We share a beer, a few laughs, then my dubie gets re-lit. People we both know come around from time to time to say hi or bye and we ablige them but for some reason it feels like everyone and everything around us are just props for the play we are in.

Bush: So where do you live?

Date: Leave now and I'll show you?

Bush: I'll follow you in my car.

Date: No ride with me and I'll drive you back to your car later.

Bush: Ok!

We are driving south on 880 freeway, she drives fast, weaving in and out of the fast lane. Bumpin Bilal. She tryin to seduce me and at this point she has succeeded.

Right before we get to her house she give me the low-down. "I have a roomate, he's a gay boy (meaning young white man) but don't worry about him, he's either not there or sleeping. He works grave yard so he'll be leaving soon if he is there. I have a small dog but he's on a play date, I pick him up tomorrow." She then clues me in on what she wants in bed: Don't play games with me ok, I've wanted you for while now....with yo sexy ass...don't be afraid to pull my hair, throw me against the wall and ravish me down to the floor. I chuckle softly but don't say nothing I just sit and listen. Licikn my lips like LLCool J and twisitin my hair. We pull up in the drive way and get out. She grabs my hand and leads me to the side gate instead of the front door. Her back yard is so dark you can see the stars in the sky. The tiny lights are bouncing off the pool in.  She starts to slide open the glass door when I grab her back and dive right into her plump pink lips.

Tounges swirlin', lips smackin and hands pawing and grabin all the warm fleshy places. I feel wetness on my fingertips and she starts to moan softly in my ear. I catch the weight of her body on me as she buckles down on top of my fingers. I feel her contracting when she jumps back and almost falls over. "Damn baby lets go to my room". We slip inside, she guides me in the dark to a room. I can't see a damn thing and the next thing I know I'm falling on a bed. She is stradled on top of me kissing me down and I feel her naked breast and nipples that are now being suckled in my mouth. I roll over and rub her down. I snatch that thong off and kneal down for a feast. She pulls out hard artillery and its........

For the blow-by-blow read it on http://blog.myspace.com/bushmama

She comes back from the bathroom and says, "you did rip my panties off", we laugh together playfully together. "You are gonna replace them right?", sure why not, that will give me and excuse to come back and rip them again. "Come on let me drive you to your car before I hold you captive for the night." You can't caputure the willing....we laugh and she drives me back following the full moon back north on the 880 freeway.

chocolate girls

This is dedicated to last girl who was lovin on me  in 3 parts

1. 2am the party is over all the guest went home most of your roomates have passed out and you take me down in one swoosh.  your hand grabbin my neck. I surrender to your kiss...its sweet like candy....i wanna kiss all night u say lets go to your room...with your eyes..thoes eyes burnin into me like tiny fires makin it hard to sit still makin my panties soak through...i follow u 2 your room...i pretend to be interested in handbags while u make the bed...can't get in it messed up u said...i wait patiently but my mind is movin fast /too many thoughts of which way and in what manner I want to devour u in. the music is turned on low...its lalah I think no its badu/ its me and u and these chocolate girls are surrendering to lust under moonlight.

2.  Its 4 am now and the preliminaries are over. We've become well aquainted with each others bodies/all the fires are lit/time to cook/ no time to eat/dinner and dessert/nina is killin in the background/this time her voice envokes pleasure not meloncolly/memories/I'm  in love with the movement of thigh/the movement of hips as your body gently dances to the movements of my fingertips/chocolate melting on hungry lips.

3. its 6am and that midnight dark is  turning light blue/u kiss me and I kiss u/hand to dark nipple/hand in between thighs/we spoon /we sleep/ under sun drenched  sky

No more crushes!

Between the ages of 8 and 18 girls can have a crush on just about anybody. The neighbor the teacher the laundry attendant it doesn't matter who as long as the person is older or younger, untouchable and uninterested in you.  What happens to this dynamic when you are over 18? Is it still a crush?  I thought I would explore these thoughts a little further.

After 18 or is it really 21( who cares) the word for the crush becomes a little more sophisticated. It becomes a Mild to a Severe Attraction.

You should be able to see that if the person does not like you it doesn't mean the world is coming to an end. It just simply means as Eryka Badu said you might hook up in the "next lifetime". What if your point of view can only fathom this lifetime? Well you must just simply move on and say to yourself that they missed out on a good thing. 

What I've noticed in myself and in some of my friends is that the fear of rejection keeps us from finding out if that person likes us or not.  There is so much drama in relationships that most of us just op out and tend to our loneliness with occasional nights with our ex's and silly dates with new people that we clearly see no future with. We seethe and sneer at our friends in happy healthy relationships under our breaths and in secret we wish so much to find that person who fits us just as perfectly.

What do you do when there is no more crushes?

Here is my straight answer: Take a deep breath, ok maybe a couple, then close your eyes and repeat after me: Hey ( so-in-so) I've been thinking about you for while but I wasn't sure how you would react, I'm attracted to you and was wondering if you felt the same about me and if so what should we do about it?  See that wasn't so bad. Now you actually have to leave your house and face the person in question so that you get this out of your system.

Damage control: What if they let you down easy?  Well....this is a good sign that you can continue to be friends despite the fact that you just spilled your guts out. ")This is when you say hey I totally understand if your feelings aren't the same. I do hope we can keep being friends. ( don't freak out just go home and cry then say to yourself.."This is for the best)

What if the person totally freaks out?  This is also a good sign. You see the future with this person loud and clear. If they freak out over an attraction admission then they will act a fool over just about anything. You just saved yourself from a drama filled relationship.

What if my heart hurts? This just means your feeling for this person you hardly know is taking control over your life and you have to distance yourself quickly. I would understand if you knew this person for years and there is a real history between you. That's one thing but if you just met two weeks ago by a mutual friend then and you've fallen so hard that you can't get up. Well...all I can say is that my ramblings won't help you one bit. I'm here to help those who want to express their feelings before that type of pain has developed.

Now I have a mild attraction to someone within my group of friends. I do enjoy our friendship and friends do last longer than relationships. I am also friends with her ex. Do I spill my guts at the risk of rejection? Do I risk being ostracized from the group? Will this admission cause a riff with me and her ex who still hangs out from time to time? Whats a black girl to do?

I could just keep the fantasy of her in my mind which is always so perfect. I get to feel her pouty lips touch ever so softly on my chocolate skin and I sink deep into a deep dark ocean where the water is warm and calming. Her hands are all over me. Our legs enter-twined and we are exploding under the star lit skies. Juices of apricot and blackberry are mixing together and the two goddesses are swept ashore in a lullaby of sweet surrender and flutters of the quieting hearts.

I will ponder over these thoughts through the weekend and then I will unleash my action plan. Come back to read the result in my post called. "Attraction Subtraction"

Time to Date...Any takers?

My life has been on hold in the dating area because of I was waiting to move and waiting to give birth, then waiting to heal. Now I'm all skinny and healed. I'm ready to get my party on. I want to find a sweet and funny person with juicy lips that love to be kissed. I'm not trying to get married but a good date now and then would be fabulous.

Where can a quality girl who is smart, sexy, independent and fun find some with equal talents to date? The bay area is dry with everyone Else's ex's and I've learned way too much information on the singles I know to even try and go there so whats a girl to do? There has to be a few sane and looking left around here.  Some of the most solid of couples broke up last year so my faith in relationships is on a whole new plane. I know that honesty is the best policy even if it hurts. So from now on I'm asking for exactly what I want and I'm letting all interested parties know whats up with me from jump street.

First of all I don't require much. I do ask that you have a life, (a goal, or a challenge you are working on) I do ask that you love yourself, (you are comfortable in your skin and body) I do ask that you don't have any sexual hangups or sexuality issues, (you are out and comfortable with that and you want to give and receive pleasure) I do hope you like children. Keep in mind that I keep my kids separate from my dates but you need to understanding that things come up because of the babies. I hope you like exotic foods, love music , art and dance. You don't have to be a socialite like me but you should be comfortable with me being one. I'm attracted to a range of different women but I love Latinas and women with full curvy bodies. Low maintenance natural Femmes and Soft Butches are also in my eye of interest.

There is so much more to know and love but you gotta ask me out to get to the good stuff.